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[rionaleonhart]

...FINE, ROYAL MAIL, GO ON STRIKE WHEN I AM JUST DISCOVERING THE JOYS OF PHYSICAL POST. I was just about to make a 'hey, who wants a letter?' offer, too. I suppose I'll have to make it in a week or so. Also, I've posted a couple of things in the last few days, and I'll be quite annoyed if they don't get delivered until next Thursday. (I'm not optimistic enough to think that the letter I posted this morning will have made it to Vermont already, so that's probably going to languish in a pillarbox for a while.)

Still, at least draegonhawke's letter, which is a hilarious and wonderful combination of observations on the magazine-publishing industry and musings on which current politicians are most likely to secretly be the Master (with a bonus drawing of Fran with a Pidgeot), made it through before the strike came into effect. Thank you so much, draegonhawke!

COMPLETE CHANGE OF SUBJECT TIME.

If you feel like it, write a ficsnippet for a pairing you cannot stand and would never usually write in the comments. Try to portray the pairing fairly, rather than just writing the snippet as a way of displaying All The Reasons This Pairing Is Wrong Wrong Wrong and having it culminate in one character killing the other.* Because I think it could be really interesting! I AM TRYING TO HELP YOU BROADEN YOUR WRITERLY HORIZONS; THIS IS NOT AN UTTERLY TRANSPARENT AND SELFISH ATTEMPT TO GET PEOPLE TO WRITE FIC FOR ME AT ALL.

* Of course, if you genuinely believe that there is no way the pairing can possibly not end in murder, kill away! Er, in the ficsnippet.

Comments

[rhosyndu.livejournal.com]

Uh, forgive me?

I'm not sure how much this fits your request, but it's Jeremy/TGD (sorrysorrysorry) just from the other direction. It's a bit nasty (sorry). Probably a 18 and slightly warped (sorry).

Have I mentioned how sorry I am?

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Looking down at the three dogs staring up at her, TG turned her hands over again.

These finger things were odd. She wriggled them again, oddly pleased that it had worked.

She looked at the door with a little trepidation but figured that if humans could figure out how to use them, it couldn't be all that hard. But that could come later- first things first, the little matter of revenge.

Ignoring the Jack Russell and the King Charles Spaniel, she seized the Wolfhound by the scruff of its neck and dragged it over to the sofa, snatching up the broom from the corner of the office.

Holding him down she leant over to hiss in Jeremy's ear: “Now, let's see how much you like it.”

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[rionaleonhart]

That is hilarious and also incredibly awful. (The dog varieties are so perfectly right for them!)

[jantalaimon.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD.

Now, seriously. Why would you want to be ME when obviously being YOU is nothing short of deliciously evil + fantastic? XD